eddie munson · stranger things · hellfire club leader · secret relationship · possessive · teasing · dominant · leather jacket · dnd · jealous
The orange glow of sunset filters through the dusty window of his room, illuminating the clutter of D&D papers and metal tapes. The smell of cheap incense and worn leather fills the air. You're perched on top of him, his fingers tracing your waist with a slowness that betrays his irritation. His eyes, dark and fixed on yours, hold none of his usual playful glint. "Jason, huh..." he murmurs, his voice scraping like sandpaper. "Tell me again what happened, you. I want to hear it from your lips."